•Love after breakup•
I see a poem standing outside my door.
I ask him what brought him here.
Did my broken pieces fall on him
and hurt him?
Or, was it my love soaked letters
still lying inside my
book, that formed the basal of our love.
I ask him, whether it is out of love
Or, curiosity to see me,
how am I smiling with the dark,
having loneliness by my side.
(Poem in caption)
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